What’s your favorite thing you’ve written? I saw this question on Tumblr a while ago and I’ve been wanting to post my answer. My favorite thing I’ve ever written was a scene between Katniss and Peeta that was surprisingly not smutty at all. The scene also pairs well with one of my favorite songs.
Ch. 45-The Parting
(Excerpt from Blazing Bright & Burning Free)
"Thank you, for the song." He tells me quietly. His eyes are clear, and he doesn't seem in danger of crying, so I sigh in relief.
"You're welcome." I tell him, a little stiffly, because I don't know how to brush off what I did without seeming callous or rude. But I don't deserve the credit or the praise.
"I know I can't really feel it right now, the whole of it, because of everything going on, but I just wanted to let you know, I do feel it Katniss." He tells me, his eyes locked with mine. And I know what he's talking about. I gulp a little, because I hoped he did know, I wanted him to know, I just wasn't sure if I wanted to discuss it.
"It's more than happiness. That seems too fragile, for what this is. Happiness couldn't stand up under the weight of everything that's happened. It's more than that. Much more. I know, and I want you to know, that I understand." He says seriously, as he holds my hand. And I feel my heart expand.
He's beautiful again in the shadow of the archway. There's love in his eyes for me, and so much gratitude, and so much blue, like an ocean of blue. It cracks me open, and I don't flinch.
"Good." I tell him seriously, and I turn to lean my head against his shoulder. He sighs a little, as we look out into the night, aware of every shadow, every sound, but also aware of each other. And his soft breath as it steams the night air is like a kiss sent among falling snowflakes for me. My fingers that stroke the arrow notched against the string of my bow are like a caress meant for his skin. And we just lean on each other as we keep watch against the dangers in the dark. It feels as if we've always done this. Like we've been here over and over again. It feels like this is who we are, and that it is finally, blessedly enough for us to be together this way.
So when our shift ends, and Rye and Deen take over for us, I don't hesitate to follow Peeta back to his sleeping bag rolled out against a fragile crumbling corner that has just enough tree coverage to keep most of the snow away. I don't hesitate to crawl into the sleeping bag with him to just sleep beside him. We've been here before too.
In the first cave during our Games, sick and afraid. On the train during our victory tour, heartbroken and terrified. In the tribute center as mentors. In his house, in his bed. In a cave again but a different one, when I held him as he mourned.
Here we are, in each other's arms once more.
In grief, in sickness, in pain, we have been here. And now we are here again and I am not afraid.
I kiss him goodnight, and he whispers he loves me. I smile against his lips, and fall asleep.
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This is actually an excerpt from a much larger work. It’s actually the first fanfic I ever wrote and completed. I’m still very proud of that fanfic. It’s one that started it all. If you’re interesting in reading more, check out the beginning of the story on AO3 Here. FYI its my first fic, un-beta read and long as hell, but its got a lot of good Everlark moments.
